I reckon it 'twas about thirty-ought-six
by the time these fine lads sold their first recordomaphonic
sound disc. "Sky's the limit!", they'd say, "Sky's
the limit!". When you took the jet-mobile from Lindsbury
station to WindCastle-on-the-moor, you were to be a flodgering
semian were you not listening to the Dying Henry's auditory
bliss! I should say so!