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The Humane Mikado.

    By William Schwenck Gilbert



    A more humane Mikado never
    Did in Japan exist,
    To nobody second,
    I'm certainly reckoned
    A true philanthropist,
    It is my very humane endeavor
    To make, to some extent,
    Each evil liver
    A running river
    Of harmless merriment.
    My object all sublime
    I shall achieve in time
    To let the punishment fit the crime
    The punishment fit the crime;
    And make each prisoner pent
    Unwillingly represent
    A source of innocent merriment,
    Of innocent merriment!

    All prosy dull society sinners,
    Who chatter and bleat and bore,
    Are sent to hear sermons
    From mystical Germans
    Who preach from ten to four,
    The amateur tenor, whose vocal villanies
    All desire to shirk,
    Shall, during off hours,
    Exhibit his powers
    To Madame Tussaud's waxwork.
    The lady who dyes a chemical yellow,
    Or stains her grey hair puce,
    Or pinches her figger,
    Is blacked like a nigger
    With permanent walnut juice.
    The idiot who, in railway carriages,
    Scribbles on window panes,
    We only suffer
    To ride on a buffer
    In Parliamentary trains.
    My object all sublime
    I shall achieve in time
    To let the punishment fit the crime
    The punishment fit the crime;
    And make each prisoner pent
    Unwillingly represent
    A source of innocent merriment,
    Of innocent merriment!

    The advertising quack who wearier
    With tales of countless cures.
    His teeth, I've enacted,
    Shall all be extracted
    By terrified amateurs.
    The music hall singer attends a series
    Of masses and fugues and "ops"
    By Bach, interwoven
    With Sophr and Beethoven,
    At classical Monday Pops.
    The billiard sharp whom any one catches,
    His doom's extremely hard
    He's made to dwell
    In a dungeon cell
    On a spot that's always barred.
    And there he plays extravagant matches
    In fitless finger-stalls,
    On a cloth untrue
    With a twisted cue,
    And elliptical billiard balls!

    My object all sublime
    I shall achieve in time
    To let the punishment fit the crime
    The punishment fit the crime;
    And make each prisoner pent
    Unwillingly represent
    A source of innocent merriment,
    Of innocent merriment!



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