“There was an old woman who lived in her shoe,
She had so many daughters she didn’t know what to do;
For they all of them possibly couldn’t be wed,
So she gave them a good education instead.
(Ruefully) But alas and alack for that poor old dame,
The better she taught them the faster they came!
(Solemnly) Hark to the echo of ‘sublime despair’
That sobs along the mournful wintry air!
(Distant chorus of girls’ voices.)
We’ve got no work to do,