Ariel There have been three of me There's an earth, sky and sea me But was it all worth it? I need your advice! Meryl Water and land are apart for a reason If you tip the balance Then you pay the price Meryl & Triton And then oh, damn! Two worlds collide Although God knows I tried To keep one from the other I tried to turn back the tide But I can't get you back now You're gone like your mother There's trouble and struggle And dither and bother and strife When two worlds collide! Lady Skye Summers come, summers go Seasons and generations I watch the earth's people Their loves and their lives Love has no knowledge of Background or station No man is an island So swallow your pride Because sometimes two worlds collide Despite how hard you tried To keep one from the other You can't live two separate lives Because they'll crash together One way or another My time on the surface was worth it I lost but I tried When two worlds collide! Company Because sometimes two worlds collide Despite how hard you tried To keep one from the other You can't live two separate lives Because they'll crash together One way or another The sparks of collision Are what make us truly alive, When two worlds collide!

Bertie D G What ho to the dreaming spires D G What ho to the spring D G What ho to the beaming sun C A That shines upon my skin D G What ho to the cobblestones D G What ho to the dons D G What ho, good old Anatole Jeeves (spoken) C A Very good sir, let’s move on… Radicals G D What ho to the revolution G D Make way for our righteous coup G D We’ll strangle the oligarchy G A And pass our finals too! Chorus (everyone) C What ho! What ho! G D What ho to the jolly morning C First rate! Top hole! G D We’re chipper and gay! Aunts What ho to the lecture halls Pipe smoke on the air What ho to the leather sofas Of our academic lair Amaryllis What ho to the snails and spiders Hawk moths on the wing What ho to the crannies full Of things that bite and sting All fascists What ho to regimes and orders What ho to authority Spode “Hail Spode!” they will cry in hordes And all will bow to me! Chorus (everyone) What ho! What ho! What ho to the jolly morning! First rate! Top hole! We’re chipper and gay! What ho! What ho! What ho to the jolly morning First rate! Top hole! What ho to the day! WHAT HO!!!!!!!!

Why, Jeeves, we are so jolly Am I would hug you here right now Dm But I fear it would be folly C E It’ll have to be a formal bow [Jeeves, spoken] I think that would be more appropriate sir. [Both] *bow and sigh* VERSE THE FIRST [Bertie] Am Dm We would hug if we weren’t so British E Am We’d embrace if it wouldn’t make us skittish G Em Am Since we know what we mean to one another C E You’re more than just a friend, you’re like a relative… [Jeeves, spoken] A brother? Am Dm I suggest we should just smile and nod politely E Am Any other way would be gosh darned unsightly [Bertie & Jeeves] G E Am So we’d hug if we weren’t so British VERSE THE SECOND [Fascists & Communists] We’d punch you in the face if we weren’t so British Your ideology is just plain piggish [Communists] Our socialist regime will come to rule you all When your capitalist imperialist government starts to faaaall [Fascists] Fall?! Just you wait til we start our new regime (But first we must complete this education scheme) Suggest communists and fascists nod at each other and join arms [Fascists & Communists] So let’s first pass our finals together VERSE THE THIRD [Agatha & Dahlia, Gussie & Amaryllis] We’d kiss if we weren’t so British If such affection wouldn’t hurt our image [Agatha & Dahlia] Oh we know just how we love each other Not only as your colleague but your lover [Someone, anyone] Woof! [Gussie & Amaryllis] We go together like a tadpole and its tail One day we’ll be ambassadors to British snails! [Agatha, Dahlia, Amaryllis, Gussie] So we’d kiss if we weren’t so British VERSE THE FOURTH [All] We’d hug if we weren’t so British! And as the day at last draws to its finish We’ll say “what ho!”, we’ll shake hands and we’ll tip our hats As when all’s said and done we are just jolly chaps [Dahlia] Or chapettes! [All] All our lives we live in cold formality To keep ourselves in comfortable normality So we’d hug if we weren’t so British! [Bertie (sad face), spoken] But we are, so we shan’t. [Jeeves, spoken] Very good, sir.

Amaryllis Isn’t it strange how newts have a way Of growing new limbs when they’re taken Gussie And isn’t it strange how hearts have a way Of growing back when they’ve been broken Amaryllis Like the larval stage beginning When tadpoles start swimming There’s a metamorphosis inside my soul I feel whole If the world were a stage We’d be the lovers If the world were a page We’d conjugate each other If the world were a newt You’d be the crest, old pal Gussie Isn’t is great how newts find a mate By waving their tails ‘til they vibrate Amaryllis And isn’t it naff how humans are daft And only find love when it’s too late Can’t you stop these spires from dreaming And scheming – and screaming I just want to hibernate and hide away ‘Til the day Both When the world is a stage And we are the lovers The world is a page We’ll conjugate each other The world is a newt And you’ll be the crest, old pal!

Cauliflowers Fluffy and cabbages green Strawberries are sweeter than any I've seen Beetroots purple and onions white All grow steadily day and night The apples are ripe and the plums are red The broadbeans are sleeping in their blankety bed Blackberries juicy and rhubards sour Marrows fattening hour by hour Gooseberries hairy and lettuces fat Radishes round and runner beans flat The apples are ripe and the plums are red The broadbeans are sleeping in their blankety bed Orangey carrots and turnips cream Reddening tomatoes that used to be green Brown potatoes in little heaps Down in the darkness where the celery sleeps The apples are ripe and the plums are red The broadbeans are sleeping in their blankety bed Ssh!

When a knight won his spurs in the stories of old (Hey ho, so I’ve been told) This fair sceptred isle was a dragon stronghold (Stand up and be counted) Saint George and his kind had a bloodthirsty plan (Hey ho, so I’ve been told) To slay every beast that benighted this land (Stand up and be counted) So the dragons changed They became both small and wily Rapidly exchanged Caves and hordes for lakes and pools Stand and be counted Rise up, you dragons Be you common or smooth or great and crested Stand and be counted Part of the magic And the history of this green and pleasant land A new kind of quest soon took over the land (Hey ho, so I’ve been told) A grey god of gold with a red right hand (Stand up and be counted) So fast is the march there is no longer time (Hey ho, so I’ve been told) To let all the beasts in the firing line Stand up and be counted Say you serve this isle Yet you scorn the life that’s in it All that makes us wild Crushed by dark satanic mills Stand and be counted Rise up, you dragons Be you common or smooth or great and crested Stand and be counted Part of the magic And the history of this green and pleasant land