Let's Stop Somebody From Doing Something! Everybody

Greenfly, It's Difficult To See Why God, Who Made The Rose, Made Thee.

Don't Let's Go To The Dogs Tonight, For Mother Will Be There.

For I Must Write To The Times Tonight, And Save The World From Sin.

My Ball Is In A Bunch Of Fern, A Jolly Place To Be; An Angry Man Is Close Astern- He Waves His Club At Me. Well, Let Him Wave-the Sky Is Blue; Go On, Old Ball, We Are But Two-we May Be Down In Three, Or Nine-or Ten-or Twenty-five-it Matters Not; To Be Alive, Is Good Enough For Me.

As My Poor Father Used To Say In 1963, Once People Start On All This Art Goodbye, Moralitee! And What My Father Used To Say Is Good Enough For Me.