Camelot Is A Silly Place.

There Is No Cannibalism In The British Navy, Absolutely None. And When I Say None, I Mean There Is A Certain Amount, More Than I Personally Admit.

I Think That All Good, Right Thinking People In This Country Are Sick And Tired Of Being Told That All Good, Right Thinking People In This Country Are Fed Up With Being Told That All Good, Right Thinking People In This Country Are Fed Up With Being Sick And Tired. I'm Certainly Not, And I'm Sick And Tired Of Being Told That I Am.

This Parrot Is No More. It Has Ceased To Be. It's Expired And Gone To Meet Its Maker. This Is A Late Parrot. It's A Stiff. Bereft Of Life, It Rests In Peace. If You Hadn't Nailed It To The Perch, It Would Be Pushing Up The Daisies. It's Rung Down The Curtain And Joined The Choir Invisible. This Is An Ex-parrot.

We Come From Nothing, We Are Going Back To Nothing-in The End What Have We Lost? Nothing!

Oh Lord Please Don't Burn Us Don't Kill Or Toast Your Flock. Don't Put Us On The Barbecue Or Simmer Us In Stock. Don't Bake Or Baste Or Boil Us Or Stir-fry Us In A Wok.