Overture

You ready, Mr. Cribbins?

What? Oh. Right, James

Um, okay

Hold on just a minute

Right

I took my love to Primrose Hill

Upon St. 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 caught a twinkle

In her pretty little eye

But, I hadn't

I took my love to Potter's 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 loved that bit in the middle

The trombone going:

What? Oh

Smashing

Most unobtrusive

Hahaha!

Oh!