[Lyndale:]
Though with rage and indignation you're aglow,
Do not show you're upset.
[Teddy:]
Though my temper boils until I nearly bust,
Yet I must win the bet.
[Widdicombe:]
When I think about the trip I've got to take,
Then I shake like a leaf.
I shall never see my happy home again,
If the 'plane comes to grief.
[Baron:]
Ah! Messieurs, at times like these
Don't get angry, if you please!
[All:]
Pray be cool! Calm and cool!
Though with rage you may be quivering,
Or with fear you're simply shivering,
Still you'll find that it's wiser, as a rule,
To behave as though there was nothing the matter,
And keep quite cool!
[Lyndale:]
You may feel inclin'd to rave and tear your hair,
Or to swear like the deuce.
[Teddy:]
I should like to hit him hard upon the nose
But suppose that's no use.
[Widdicombe:]
I should like to run away on nimble feet
Like a fleet antelope;
But my legs are somehow rooted to the spot,
So there's not any hope!
[Baron:]
Ah! Messieurs, what do you dread?
It is wrong to lose your head.
[All:]
Pray be cool! Calm and cool!
Though with rage you may be quivering,
Or with fear you're simply shivering,
Still you'll find that it's wiser, as a rule,
To behave as though there was nothing the matter,
And keep quite cool!