Private oasis, suds machine, kids- and dog-cleaner, a busy parent's in-house getaway.

When I have legs I cannot budge. Yet I can stumble on words and wire.

If you feel like this emotion is the truth, clap along to Mr. Williams' most uplifting song.

You could find Polly here, asking for a cracker. You could meet Pauly anywhere, And he'd tell you a joke. Just stay away from Jersey.

When Bacchus calls, the sun doth wane, a jovial dance, thy spirits gain. 'Tis time when mirth and ale dost flower, marking the end of toil's dour hour.