“The maid she sang so out of tune
It nearly drove him mad,
So the Chamberlain discharged her,
And every one was glad.”
“Aren’t you going to repeat the moral?” asked the Lord High Fiddle-de-dee when he had finished.
“There isn’t one,” said the Busybody Extraordinary.
“Yes, there is; in fact, there are four morals to it,” said the Lord High Fiddle-de-dee. “Aren’t there?” he asked, appealing to the others, who nodded.
“What are they then?” said the Busybody Extraordinary.
“Don’t always wear your Sunday clothes,
Or it will make you vain.