She is the idol of my heart, I could worship at her feet;
But, oh, her hat’s a nightmare, I can’t get away from that.
Real brain, I’m sure, cannot exist, ’neath such a crazy hat.
And so I curse my lot and wish that I was not
So soft about the heart, and that Kitty had no blot;
But what’s the use of fighting fate, my reason tells me that
The real soul of a woman’s indicated by her hat.
THE MIKADO’S SONG
BROUGHT DOWN TO 1909
Mikado sings as formerly: