It's certainly a really irritating take on Gounod's melody, and in a way I'm relieved to have the words of a rather better version than those which I've heard in mercifully, but frustratingly, fragmentary form. 1. "Oh, Jemima, look at your uncle Jim, In the duck-pond learning how to swim, First the back-stroke, then he does the crawl...." Cetera desunt ( or at least forgotten) 2. "Our tomcat swallowed a load of bricks..." groaned by Frank Muir, a long time ago now, on the BBC TV version of "My Music".
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