He Did Nothing In Particular, And Did

Poverty Is Obsolete And Hunger Is Abolished

The Happiest Hour A Sailor Sees Is When He's Down At An Inland Town, With His Nancy On His Knees, Yo Ho! And His Arm Around Her Waist!

To Sit In Solemn Silence On A Dull, Dark Dock In A Pestilential Prison With A Life-long Lock Awaiting The Sensation Of A Short, Sharp Shock From A Cheap And Chippy Chopper On A Big, Black Block.

A Man Is But An Ass Who Fights In A Cuirass

I Am The Captain Of The Pinafore ; And A Right Good Captain Too! . . . . And I'm Never, Never Sick At Sea! What, Never? No, Never! What Never? Hardly Ever! He's Hardly Ever Sick At Sea! Then Give Three Cheers, And One Cheer More, For The Hardy Captain Of The Pinafore!