Or all our pals the animals There isn't one that's grander In my esteem than that supreme Comedian, the panda.
For here's a clown that draws the town, And I admit with candour I'd swap my job without a sob For that of Ming the pand Now there's a life—no work, no wife—No crises to distress you.
Just lots of laughs and photographs, And ladies to caress you.
And yet I see if I were he Td be in deadly peril.
1 wouldn't lack those eyes of black. I'd soon get those from Beryl!
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.