The one way

Here are things you've heard before,

Turned out daily by the score,

Pretty rhymes you know

How gently on the ear

They bring a smile or bring a tear,

Do re mi fa mi re do.

When we go a-marching

Down thro' life and the Street,

O loud and free must the music be

With the tunes to match the feet.

Now a softer cadence,

Now we change the key,

Just to stage a come-back

To the main strain of our glee.

So if you'd go a-marching

To fortune or to Fame,

Perhaps the safest way's to play the same old, same old game.

Tunes we've often heard before,

Snatches of a dozen more,

Jingles row on row,

When borne upon the ear,

They bring a smile or bring a blear,

Do re me fa me re do.

When we go a-marching

Down the aisle or the Street,

O nice and sweet must the music bleat,

With the time to match the feet.

Now a softer cadence,

Now we change the key,

Just to stage a comeback

To the nice key of our glee.

So if you'd go a-marching

To Fortune or to Fame,

The safest way's to play the same old, same old game.

Hola! Huzza! Je ne sais pas!