Only fancy, if you fell upon your feet,
And recovered pretty quickly from the jar,
And you understood the lingo which the people speak and sing, oh,
Who dwell upon a distant star!
Only fancy, only fancy, what a lot of things there are
Very likely to be met with on a distant star.
A goodish many things would prove
Not exactly quite the same as here, I guess;
P'raps the ladies all are pretty, and the men all smart and witty,
And marriage an unqualified success.