The Bab Ballads, with Which Are Included Songs of a Savoyard

by W. S. Gilbert

If you'd melt a rich uncle in wax—

You've but to look in

On our resident Djinn,

Number seventy, Simmery Axe.

We've a first-class assortment of magic;

And for raising a posthumous shade

With effects that are comic or tragic,

There's no cheaper house in the trade.

Love-philtre—we've quantities of it;