When in the course of the times The government tends to grave crimes It's the right of us all To send them to the wall And get new ones and pay them our dimes.
I'm your God, have no others but me With my name you mustn't make free Rest one day, 'spect the 'rents Don't kill, lust, steal pence Tell the truth, covet not, and you'll see.
To the eyes of the ignorant rabble It looks like a load of pure babble But my motives are pure (Though my diction's obscure) Either that, or I'm cheating at Scrabble
While singing an opera by Strauss (in fact, it was Die Fledermaus) I delighted the hordes While treading the boards And completely brought down the whole house.
The choirmaster asked for staccato. The chorister sang it legato. And his final top C, Sounded more like a B - There's a chance he might end up castrato