Bless Your Heart, They Don't

I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major General

It's True I've Got No Shirts To Wear; It's True My Butcher's Bill Is Due; It's True My Prospects All Look Blue - But Don't Let That Unsettle You.

If You're Anxious To Shine In The High Aesthetic Line As A Man Of Culture Rare, You Must Get Up All The Germs Of The Transcendental Terms, And Plant Them Everywhere.

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

I Am A Courtier Grave And Serious Who Is About To Kiss Your Hand: Try To Combine A Pose Imperious With A Demeanour Nobly Bland.