When I was just a sprout going to my old country school, (the one where we walked the proverbial mile), we had an old Victrola phonograph. For those of you who never had the pleasure of winding up the machine and hearing concert hall reproduction of the classics, you don't know what you missed. Enough of that. One of the old records we played was a song that went something like this: He went in like a lion, a wild raging lion, "lots of forgotten words" when a great big cup of mocha, hit him on the cocoa, followed by some huckleberry jam. He went in like a lion, a wild raging lion but when she got through, he came out like a lamb.

"Maybe there's no one as ancient as I am" hmmm