A Policeman's Lot Is Not A Happy

If I Can Wheedle A Knife Or A Needle, Why Not A Silver Churn?

All Bayonets Are Bad.

Oh! A Private Buffoon Is A Light-hearted Loon, If You Listen To Popular Rumour; From Morning To Night He's So Joyous And Bright, And He Bubbles With Wit And Good Humour!

As Is Gloriously Sung In The Gilbert And Sullivan Operetta "h.m.s. Pinafore," In The Words Of W. S. Gilbert: "things Are Seldom As They Seem, Skim Milk Masquerades As Cream."

Roll On, Thou Ball, Roll On! Through Pathless Realms Of Space, Roll On!