Phone for the fish-knives, Norman, / As Cook is a little unnerved; / You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes / And I must have things daintily served.

Phone for the fish-knives, Norman As Cook is a little unnerved; You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes And I must have things daintily served.

People's backyards are much more interesting than their front gardens, and houses that back on to railways are public benefactors.

The gas was on in the Institute, / The flare was up in the gym.

Silver and ermine and red faces full of port wine.

Keep our Empire undismembered guide our Forces by Thy Hand, gallant blacks from far Jamaica, Honduras and Togoland; protect them Lord in all their fights, and even more, protect the whites.