We sang this last night in a wood, dressed in mediaeval gear - just couldn't help myself, after what was said earlier about the yearlings - I sang how do you like my feather beds and how do you like my sheep! And everyone there thought the page was a snivelling little rat faced tattletale too. He was just as much a possession as Lady Donald, he could have given her a little pleasure? Although it seems he did, to have gotten the clap!!

How do you like my feather beds,
And how do you like my sheep,
And how do you like my new spring lambs,
Served up with tatties and neeps.

Sorry.

LTS