A BRIEF INTERRUPTED DREAM OF WILFRID PICKLES

It's Mabel at the table as always & let's have the first guess.

Hallo, Sir, and what's the name. Well that's a right fine Yorkshire name.

Oh.

Well, what do you do? You make gloves? Gloves out of camel skin! And
catkins?

Cat skin!

Do you have difficulty getting the skin? Only with the camels? I see. By the
way, I don't think our audience are too happy about that cat skin....

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Is there much demand for camels' kin gloves?

The sky's the limit? I see.

Tell me, Sir. You say the sky's the limit; but they say, some say, that
there'll soon be men on the moon. Do
you believe that?

You do. I'm glad of that because I do too.

And tell me, will you make moon gloves.

You will if there's an order? Well, that's grand.

Wilfrid's Dream's Dream

10 green Wilfrids hanging on the wall,
10 green Wilfrids hanging on the wall,
And if one green Wilfrid shoe-taxi dently fall...
Then the Cornish pasties would eat him one and all.

A grumpy camel can make you feel so small,
A grumpy camil, even if you're tall,
But a grumpy camul will never let you fall...
So I'll take my chances and go with Mabel Spall.

A million moongloves are floating down the hall,
A million moongloss are heading for the wall,
So I said, let's save them or else the sky will fall...
But because I'm Texan, I said it with a drawl.

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I'm glad that Mabel agreed to take my call,
But all those people they seem so full of gall,
And I'm in my boxers and worried that they'll fall...
So I'll take my catnap and dream of Donegal -