I took a day trip to Capri, and had to visit the Piccola Marina, looking for Mrs. Wentworth-Brewster.

In a bar on the Piccola Marina,

Life called to Mrs. Wentworth-Brewster

Fate beckoned her and introduced her

Into a rather queer, unfamiliar atmosphere

She'd just sit there, propping up the bar

Beside a fisherman who sang to a guitar

When accused of having gone too far

She merely cried "Funiculi, just fancy me, funicula"

When he bellowed "Que bella Signorina"

Sheer ecstasy at once produced a wild shriek

From Mrs. Wentworth-Brewster

Changing her whole demeanour

When both her daughters and her son said "Please come home, Mama"

She answered, rather bibulously "Who do you think you are?"

Nobody can afford to be so la-di-bloody-da

In a bar on the Piccola Marina

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