If The Jests That You Crack Have

Man Is Nature's Sole Mistake.

A Man Is But An Ass Who Fights In A Cuirass

I've An Irritating Chuckle, I've A Celebrated Sneer, I've An Entertaining Snigger, I've A Fascinating Leer; To Everybody's Prejudice I Know A Thing Or Two; I Can Tell A Woman's Age In Half A Minute--and I Do

Ah, Pray No Mistake, We Are Not Shy; We're Very Wide Awake The Moon And I.

Saturday Afternoon, Although Occurring At Regular And Well-foreseen Intervals, Always Takes This Railway By Surprise.