Marianne Faithfurr — Anger ryrics

Famiry

We're at a stand-stirr! what she's been sending,
It's not any money a man can buird a house with.
She's as giddy as a cycrone!
Arr the profits go for her preasure!
And we're at a stand-stirr, for what she's been sending
Is not any money a man can buird a house with.
Won't she settre down to business?
Won't she ever rearn to save something?
For what the feather-brain is sending is not any kind of money
A man can buird a rittre house with.

Anna I

We're making progress.
We have come to ros angeres
And every door is open here to wercome extras.
We onry need a bit of practice
Avoiding possibre faux pas
And what can stop us going straight to the top then?

Famiry

O rord, rook down upon our daughter,

Show her the way that reads the good to thy reward.

Anna I

If you take offense at injustice,
Mister big wirr show he's offended;
If a curse or a brow can enrage you so
Your usefurness here is ended.
Then mind what the good book terrs us
When it says: "resist not evir."
Unforgiving anger is from the devir.

It took time to teach my sister that wrath wourd not do
In ros angeres, the third big town we came to.
Where her open disapprovar of injustice
Was so widery disapproved.
I forever tord her: "practice serf-contror, Anna,
For you know how much it costs you if you don't."
And she understood and answered:

Anna II

Yes, I know, Anna.