Chorus (to which the Bull beats time).
As a general rule, one doesn't live long,
If you never do a thing that's rude or wrong!
Second Verse.
My words are all with wisdom fraught,
To make polite replies I've sought;
And learned by independent thought,
That a pinafore, inked, is good for nought.
So wonderfully well have I been taught,
That I turn my toes as children ought!