For some ridiculous reason, to which, however, I've no desire to be disloyal, Some person in authority, I don't know who, very likely the Astronomer Royal, Has decided that, although for such a beastly month as February, twenty-eight days as a rule are plenty, One year in every four his days shall be reckoned as nine and twenty. Through some singular coincidence ? I shouldn't be surprised if it were owing to the agency of an ill-natured fairy ? You are the victim of this clumsy arrangement, having been born in leap-year, on the twenty-ninth of February; And so, by a simple arithmetical process, you'll easily discover, That though you've lived twenty-one years, yet, if we go by birthdays,you're only five and a little bit over!
Alas, poor Frederic the Leapling! – bound to the merry Pirates of Penzance until his twenty-first birthday.
As his birthday comes around only every four years, so does his scent!
Victorian whimsy and piratical romance: a reluctant seaman's chypre sloshed with a mix of bay rum, patchouli, amber musk, salty woods, tobacco absolute, black tea, English roses, and red currant.
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Date: 2012-02-29 04:09 am (UTC)FREDERIC 2012
Now with more pirates!
For some ridiculous reason, to which, however, I've no desire to be disloyal,
Some person in authority, I don't know who, very likely the Astronomer Royal,
Has decided that, although for such a beastly month as February, twenty-eight days as a rule are plenty,
One year in every four his days shall be reckoned as nine and twenty.
Through some singular coincidence ? I shouldn't be surprised if it were owing to the agency of an ill-natured fairy ?
You are the victim of this clumsy arrangement, having been born in leap-year, on the twenty-ninth of February;
And so, by a simple arithmetical process, you'll easily discover,
That though you've lived twenty-one years, yet, if we go by birthdays,you're only five and a little bit over!
Alas, poor Frederic the Leapling! – bound to the merry Pirates of Penzance until his twenty-first birthday.
As his birthday comes around only every four years, so does his scent!
Victorian whimsy and piratical romance: a reluctant seaman's chypre sloshed with a mix of bay rum, patchouli, amber musk, salty woods, tobacco absolute, black tea, English roses, and red currant.