The first seat was mine, but I forfeited that;
Will they welcome the waif, kill the calf that is fat?
Will dear Arthur rejoice to receive his lost chief?
Will the Wanderer's return bring regret, or relief?
Home! Ho-ome!
Sweet, sweet home!
Be it ever so humble (winks) there's no place like home!
So humble! Oh yes! So seemed David, no doubt,
Till he struck at Goliath and put him to rout.
My giant—his name, too, begins with a G—