I remember one time in the Scotia singing a patter song.  The song was of little account, and the music of still less.  It was as follows―the patter or chatter, I mean―

The situation in this nation
Causes a lot of botheration,
And I have no hesitation,
In my station,
In making this proclamation,
That the destination
Of infantile humigation
Is the water basin.

Nonsense pure and simple you will say.  Yes, and as pure as it is simple; but it brought down the house all the same.  It takes a genius to make these little matters go, and genius works differently.