10 Don’ts For Honeymooners      Don' t ski naked down Mt. Everest   With lilies up your nose   Don' t punt up the Ganges in a vest   And holler 'Thar she blows'      Don' t fish for tunny in Meat Madras   With blotting pads as bait   Don' t converse with shrimps of higher class   About the church and state      I'd play hoop-la with Saturn's rings   I'd tie a knot in Erroll Flynn's   Sing, yi yi yip, yip yipee ying   For you      Don't dance the polka in a dhoti   Arid whistle the Rite of Spring   Don't recite Hamlet's soliloquy   While munching onion rings      Don' t plant a stickleback in a field   On St. Augustine's Day   Don' t sharpen your sword and beat your shield   And somersault up a brae      I'd juggle with Jupiter's moons   I'd flatten the Sahara's dunes   Sing, yi yi yip, yip yipee yoon      Don' t build a pyramid on the pole   With Frosties packets and glue   Don' t serve rubber bullets in a bowl   And call it Irish Stew      Don' t change all the water into wine   And walk on the Dead Sea   Never sing the Song of the Golden Rhine   With an augmented flea      I'd make a world in seven days   I'd pasteurise the Milky Way   Sing, yi yi yip, yip yipee yay      I'd play hoop-la with Saturn's rings   I'd tie a knot in Erroll Flynn's   Sing, yi yi yip, yip yipee ying      I'd juggle with Jupiter's moons   I'd flatten the Sahara's dunes   Sing, yi yi yip, yip yi pee yoon      I'd kick Mars into a black hole   I'd spread plum jam on Denning's rolls   Sing, yi yi yip, yip yipee yole      I'd squeeze the spots out from the sun   I'd swim the Mare Imbrium   Sing, yi yi yip, yip yipee yun      Mush a ding, toodle eye-ay   Tara diddle dyno day   Yi yi yip, yip yipee yay