Willow, tit willow, tit willow
Rowlf The Dog & Sam The Eagle perform Gilbert & Sullivan's The Mikado.
Sam: So what do I do here?
Rowlf: Oh, Sam you just play the part of the bird.
Sam: Oh,
Rowlf: I mean it's not written for an eagle, but ah.
Sam: But is this cultural
Rowlf: Oh yeah. This is light opera. Gilbert & Sullivan
Sam: Begin.
On a tree by the river, a little tom tit, sang,
Willow, tit willow, tit willow.
And I said to him, "dicky bird, why do you sit?"Singing,
Willow, tit willow, tit willow.
Is it weakness of Inetellect Birdy I cried,
Or a rather tough worm in your inside,
With a shake of his poor little head he replied,
Willow, tit willow, tit willow.
Now I feel just as sure, as I'm sure that my name...isn't
Willow, tit willow, tit willow.
That was blighted affection that made him exclaim,
Willow, tit willow, tit willow
And if you remainn callous and objurate I,
Shall perish as he did, and you will know why,
Though I probably shall not exclaim as I die,
Willow, tit willow, tit willow.