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When The Sands Are All Dry, He Is Gay As A Lark, And Will Talk In Contemptuous Tones Of The Shark: But, When The Tide Rises And Sharks Are Around, His Voice Has A Timid And Tremulous Sound.

I Don't See How He Can Ever Finish, If He Doesn't Begin.

I'm Getting Rather Hoarse, I Fear, After So Much Reciting: So, If You Don't Object, My Dear, We'll Try A Glass Of Bitter Beer - I Think It Looks Inviting.

She Who Saves A Single Soul, Saves The Universe.

Will You, Won't You, Will You, Won't You, Will You Join The Dance?