What makes you look so pale, so pale, said Musket on parade
I'm dreading what I've got hear, Big Al, the ruffian said.
Cos they're murderin' The House Carpenter,
An' Black Waterside was poor
Now he's taking out a ringbinder with seventy million more
we could sneak out for a slash, he said, karaoke night next door!
but as you're the guest tonight -
perhaps we ought to give these chaps a little some warning.

(apologies to Kipling)