Pedagogical

A flea and a fly in a flue,

Were imprisoned, so what could they do?

Said the fly, "let us flee!"

"Let us fly!" said the flea.

So they flew through a flaw in the flue.

A wonderful bird is the pelican;

His beak can hold more than his beli-can.

He can hold in his beak,

Enough food for a week,

Though I'm damned if I know how the heli-can!

No water. Dry rocks and dry throats,

Then thunder, a shower of quotes,

From the Sanskrit and Dante.

Da. Damyata. Shantih.

I hope you'll make sense of the notes.

A Phoenician named Phlebas forgot,

About birds and his business--the lot,

Which is no surprise,

Since he'd met his demise,

And been left in the ocean to rot.

The Thames runs, bones rattle, rats creep,

Tiresias fancies a peep,

A typist is laid,

A record is played,

Wei la la. After this it gets deep.

She sat on a mighty fine chair,

Sparks flew as she tidied her hair,

She asks many questions,

I make few suggestions,

Bad as Albert and Lil--what a pair!

In April one seldom feels cheerful,

Dry stones, sun and dust make me fearful,

Clairvoyantes distress me,

Commuters depress me,

Met Stetson and gave him an earful.