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Bass, presumably? No real words, though, just scat…

And where is the Great Prophet Zarquon?


Got stuck on the M25. I’m sure he’ll be here soon.


On a tree by a river a little tom-tit
Sang, "Willow, tit-willow, tit-willow."
And I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sit
Singing, ‘Willow, tit-willow, tit-willow’?
“Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?” I cried,
"Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?"
With a shake of his poor little head, he replied,
“O willow, tit-willow, tit-willow!”

He slapped at his chest, as he sat on that bough
Singing "Willow, tit-willow, tit-willow,"
And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow.
O willow, tit-willow, tit-willow.
He shivered and shook, and a gurgle he gave
Ere he plunged himself into the billowy wave
And an echo arose from the suicide’s grave:
“O willow, tit-willow, tit-willow.”

Now I feel just as sure as I’m sure that my name
Isn’t Willow, tit-willow, tit-willow,
That 'twas blighted affection that made him exclaim
"O willow, tit-willow, tit-willow!"
And if you remain callous and obdurate, I
Shall perish as he did, and you will know why;
Though I probably shall not exclaim, as I die,
“O willow, tit-willow, tit-willow.”


There is beauty in the bellow of the blast,
There is grandeur in the growling of the gale,
There is eloquent outpouring
When the lion is a-roaring,
And the tiger is a-lashing of his tail!


rats to you Fishers, that is my song.

But we are very wide awake, the moon and I :wink:


to him who’s scientific
There’s nothing as terrific
as the falling of a flight of thunderbolts!


I knew you’d get it Fishy. It was the only G&S I could think of with a bird in. :blush:


And elliptical billiard ballses to you, my good Fish


Yes, in spite of all my meekness,
If I have a little weakness,
It’s a passion for a flight of thunderbolts!


Gettanest, the pair ovyer




Thank you joe for ruining one of the few songs I can sing convincingly and movingly wiv all the actions an’ all. But it was well worff it for the laugh, which yet might need professional assistance to sort out. Seriously. The cat looked terrified and hightailed it up to her secret fastness.

Weakness of intellect, in my case. Possibly a rather tough worm in hers, although it might just be good old copper-bottomed catly contempt.


There’s nothing like a nice quiet bit of G&S to start the day.


Thank you, Useders. One of my favourites.


I’m a G&S fan and Pirates is my favourite. (Followed closely by Pinafore.)



Bleedin’ pollyticks!


You got yer gooseberry jam on my torch-wielding mob.


“Hands off our Gooseberry jam !!!”