<P><B>Quartet of Solists:
<P>     The bride, who looked quite decadent,
<P>     Came early in a hearse,
<P>     And a smiling de-frocked clergyman
<P>     Bestowed the final curse.
<P><B>Recit.-Tenor (Narrator):
<P>     But at the reception
<P>     The guests became dreamier,
<P>     Some, with perception,
<P>     Saw it was anaemia!
<P><B>Chorus:
<P>     Aneamia!
<P><B>Chorus:
<P>     Is there a donor in the house?
<P><B>Recit.-Tenor (Narrator):
<P>     So farewell to the wedding, the honeymoon was hell!
<P>     Nine months later, a little THING was born
<P>     In Queen Charlotte's Hospital.
<P><B>Soprano Solo, with Contralto, Tenor (Frankenstein's son), Bass and Chorus:
<P>     My little plasmic infant,
<P>     My tiny pint-size tot,
<P>     Blood is thicker than water,
<P>     Our love shall never clot.
<P>     Hushabye, hushabye my Darling,
<P>     I'm proud to call you my son,
<P>     For you have, oh sweet creation,
<P>     Two heads to Daddy's one.