poverty is obsolete and hunger is abolished
Oh, wouldn't the world seem dull and flat with nothing whatever to grumble at?
All bayonets are bad.
My object all sublime I shall achieve in time- To let the punishment fit the crime- The punishment fit the crime.
There's fish in the sea, no doubt of it, As good as ever came out of it.
I am the Captain of the Pinafore ; And a right good captain too! . . . . And I'm never, never sick at sea! What, never? No, never! What never? Hardly ever! He's hardly ever sick at sea! Then give three cheers, and one cheer more, For the hardy Captain of the Pinafore!