Apologies to Gilbert and Sullivan….

From a seat on the backbench a little tom-tit
Sang “Costello, Costello, Costello”
And I said to him, “Petey-bird, why do you sit
Singing “Costello, Costello, Costello”
“Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?” I cried
“Or a rather vast emptiness in your inside”
With a shake of his poor little head, he replied
“Oh, “Costello, Costello, Costello”!”

He slapped at his chest, as he sat on that seat
Singing “Costello, Costello, Costello”
And a cold perspiration dripped all round his feet
Oh, “Costello, Costello, Costello”
He sobbed and he sighed, and with a limp little wave
He plunged himself into the shallowest grave
And an echo arose from the suicide knave
“Oh, Costello, Costello, Costello”

Now I feel sure as I’m sure that my name
Isn’t “Costello, Costello, Costello”
That ’twas blighted affection that made him exclaim
“Oh, Costello, Costello, Costello”
And if you remain callous and obdurate, Tony
You’ll perish as he did, and you will know why
Though you probably shall not exclaim as you die
“Costello, Costello, Costello”.

First published a few minutes ago on ABC’s Unleashed

Thanks to the SMH for a loan of the pic.