Overture

You ready, Mister Cribbins?
What? Oh, right, Johnny
Um, ahem, okay
-COUGH- Hold on just a minute
-COUGHING
Right, hmm

I took my love to Primrose Hill upon Saint Swithin's Day
And pointed out the woody woods we passed along the way
But she wouldn't
I took my love to Turnpike Lane when Michaelmas was nigh
I thought I'd caught a twinkle in her pretty little eye
But I hadn't
I took my love to Potters Bar when Halloween was near
And though she seemed quite willing, I'd gone off the whole idea
So we didn't

Thank you very much, lovely, lovely
I love that bit in the middle, the trombone going
-TRUMPET- What? What? Oh
-TRUMPET- Smashing, most unobtrusive
Hahaha
-FART- Oh!