Solo—Dr. Phin Leigh.

Air: "When Frederick was a Little Lad." (Pirates of Penzance.

As an undergrad I always had
A brain so very clever,
That bye and bye, I thought I'd try
To lease it out for ever.
I was of the horde supporting Ward
And this is what he me told:
"Your brain's too good for a lease but could
You let me have the freehold,"
And now my pals the Liberals
Lay claim to all I've uttered,
And their claim is sound since I have found
Which side my bread is buttered.

The Savage horde they made me lord,
And arrayed me in resplendence :
At the College here they made me chair
To reward my non-attendance.
Though from rowdy boys I object to noise
Who blow with horn and squeaker.
In the footlight's glare on the platform here,
I'd pass for a first class speaker.
To reward my work he should not shirk,
In the Premier's ear I dinned oh!
So a scheme he hatched to leave unlatched
The Legislative window.

With the country's pile I live in style
As a brainy lawyer should do,
But I don't forget my friends as yet
As a vulgar person would do.
So I went and saw a Prof. of Law
A very handy craftsman,

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I might do worse with the country's purse
Than make him Crown Law Draftsman.
My brain it teems with endless schemes
To socialise opinion,
And when that's found I shall be crowned
The King of this Dominion.