Give my regards to Broadway. Remember me to Harold Square. Tell all the folks on 42-nd Street That I will soon be there. The line-up of parents and children waiting to enter stretched around the block. That's what you do to a queue that misbehaves.
Violets are blue.
I'm getting impatient. I'm stuck in this queue. Or I must return another day. You come in, hang around for a bit, get some service, then depart. The following story was told by Marcel Neuts.