When every blessed thing you have is made of silver, or of gold, you long for simple pewter.
Deerstalking would be a very fine sport if only the deer had guns.
In all the woes that curse our race there is a lady in the case.
Ah, pray no mistake, We are not shy; We're very wide awake The Moon and I.
In short, whoever you may be, To this conclusion you'll agree, When every one is somebodee, Then no one's anybody!
Though I'm anything but clever, I could talk like that forever.