Hold very tight please Ting ting - Michael Flanders

Away on the hilltop sat combing her hair
His fair Hippopotamine maid.
The Hippopotamus was no ignoramus
And sang her this sweet serenade: Mud! Mud! Glorious mud!
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
So, follow me, follow, down to the hollow,
And there let us wallow in glorious mud.

Son, son, I admire your sincerity. Always be sincere - whether you mean it or not.

No more will I go
To Blandford Forum
And Mortehoe -
On the Slow Train
From Midsomer Norton
And Mumby Road -
No churns, no porter
No cat on a seat
At Chorlton-cum-Hardy
Or Chester-le-Street
I won't be leaving again
On the Slow Train