No. 5: SONG (King Paramount with Scaphio & Phantis)
"First you're born"
| King Paramount. |
| First you're born, and I'll be bound, you Find a dozen strangers round you. "Hallo," cries the new-born baby, "Where's my parents? which may they be?" Awkward silence, no reply — Puzzled baby wonders why! Father rises, bows politely — Mother smiles (but not too brightly) — Doctor mumbles like a dumb thing — Nurse is busy mixing something. — Every symptom tends to show You're decidedly de trop — |
| King, Scaphio & Phantis. |
| Ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! Time's teetotum, If you spin it, Gives it quotum Once a minute. I'll go bail You hit the nail, And if you fail, The deuce is in it! |
| King Paramount. |
| You grow up and you discover What it is to be a lover. Some young lady is selected — Poor, perhaps, but well-connected. Whom you hail (for Love is blind) As the Queen of fairy kind. Though she's plain, perhaps unsightly, Makes her face up, laces tightly, In her form your fancy traces All the gifts of all the graces. Rivals none the maiden woo, So you take her and she takes you. |
| All three. |
| Ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! Joke beginning, Never ceases Till your inning Time releases, On your way You blindly stray, And day by day The joke increases! |
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| All three. |
| Ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! Daily driven (Wife as drover) Ill you've thriven — Ne'er in clover; Lastly, when Three-score and ten (And not till then), The joke is over! |
Exeunt Scaphio and Phantis.
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