Paroles de L'opéra

Come, friends who plough the sea
Trust to navigation…

With cat-like tread, upon our prey we steal
In silence dread, our cautious way we feel
No sound at all, we never speak a word

Poor wandering ones
… can help you find true peace of mind…

Scaling rough and rugged passes
Climb the hearty little lasses
Till the bright sea shore they gain

I am the very model of a modern major general
I’ve information vegetable, animal… historical
From marathon to waterloo in order categorical
I’m very well acquainted, too with matters mathematical
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical
About binominal theorem i am teeming with a lot of news
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse

La-la-la-la…

… when i know precisely what is meant by commissariat
When i know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery…