All Bayonets Are Bad.

The Law Is The True Embodiment Of Everything That's Excellent; It Has No Kind Of Fault Or Flaw And I, My Lords, Embody The Law.

On My Face Extended Flat I Was Walloped With A Cat For Listening At The Key-hole Of The Door.

So I Fell In Love With A Rich Attorney's Elderly Ugly Daughter.

When The Enterprising Burglar Isn't Burgling; When The Cut-throat Isn't Occupied In Crime; He Loves To Hear The Little Brook A-gurgling; And Listen To The Merry Village Chime.

Oh, Wouldn't The World Seem Dull And Flat With Nothing Whatever To Grumble At?