Date:         Mon, 11 Apr 1994 17:16:47 EDT
From:         Pam Rush
 
 
This is the partial product of a mispent weekend; for the Gilbert &
Sullivan impaired, ask around--about the 10th person you ask will
be able to sing or hum "I'm Called Little Buttercup" so that you
will know the tune to use.
 
 
 
 
            "He Calls Me His Coroner"
 
      (Solo for Natalie Lambert, to the tune of "I'm Called
                 Little Buttercup")
 
 
 
 
     He calls me his coroner, sweet little coroner,
     Though he will never say more;
     He calls me his coroner, dear little coroner,
     Sometimes it is really a bore!
 
     I'm bright and I'm beautiful, cheerful and dutiful,
     What more can I possibly be?
     I'm dateless and clueless, but still I don't rue less
     The night that I hope he'll take me!
 
     I know he is shirking with all of this lurking
     Around the night coroner's joint;
     He just keeps on flirting, but golly I'm hurting
     When he never arrives at the point!
 
     He tells me his reasons in all kinds of seasons,
     That's all that I'm good enough for;
     I want some reaction and not just a fraction;
     I'm sick and I'm tired of no score!
 
 
For those who *fear* that this foreshadows a *whole* FK operetta,
better start looking for your earplugs!   ;-}
 
Pam, the old FoD