And how are things in Glocca Morra anyway?
If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, should I grow up?
Do you think that you shall ever see a poem lovely as a tree?
And who will get me to the church on time?
Are we back to My Fair Lady, then?
Do 'urricanes 'ardly ever 'appen in 'Artford, 'Ereford, and 'Ampshire?
Dunno, are they near a coast?
And does the rain in Spain really stay mainly on the plain?
And will Dover ever move ‘is bloomin’ ass?
There’s a donkey in someone’s way?
Isn’t it elephants in the way more often these days, and not just in Thailand?
Is it really turtles all the way down?
Would you prefer, say, cats all the way down?
Or even stoats?
And that’s not even mentioning the quokkas, is it?
So we’re back to quokkas again?
That’s why it’s quokkas all the way down, right?
Has anybody here seen a real, live, quokka?
Alright, who took my damned stoat!? Where is it? Why not just use your own?!
Or even a fake or dead one?