KNOWLEDGE OF PORRIDGE (Lyrics adapting Robert Southey's version of "The Three Bears" to fit a 101 Strings musical rendition taken from "Fiddler on the Roof") HEAR HERE : pnm://fp.sonictonic.f9.co.uk/kopmuse.ram part of http://fp. sonictonic.f9.co.uk Picture a sylvan scene, deceptively serene Each plant painted pristine, with brambles in between Their thorny spines incline The dreamer to divine That spells enthrall these dells So watch where you recline Nature's barbed wire dampens the desire To express a trespass But it can't prevent People from peeping Covetously creeping Nimbly when the chance is sent A wicked old woman was wand'ring in the woods And wond'ring to herself where she might pilfer goods With minimal effort this criminal sort sought A latch left off the catch, security at nought The house was vacant but its contents fragrant So the impish vagrant very flagrantly Got the hot pots of breakfast that were cooling Drooling over portions scant Her great discomfiture was that the temp'rature Of ev'ry serving was unnerving to endure And as she cursed and swore, her chosen seating tore So she retired to bed since theiving's such a chore Meanwhile, returning, traipsed a hungry trio Didn't want to be so peckish past this point They gave the heave-ho to the short reprieve Awarded to their joyful joint And found that their cottage had suffered a rampage Victims of a pilage tailored to enrage Who might they engage to answer for an outrage Hooligans could not upstage ? Well, inspection is the seed of detection it is said And inflection, if shrill, may inflict shreds of dread Witness three bears a-skipping up the stairs They'll soon forget their cares, their target mumble prayers To try to silence violence in the Sneaking, shrieking, squeaking, speaking Of a Little Small Wee Bear who's sad to find his chair Is now well past repair Share Knowledge of Porridge