Say no more, Gov'ner. [sings] You've got to grind, grind, grind at that grindstone... Though childhood slips like sand through a sieve... And all too soon they've up and grown, and then they've flown... And it's too late for you to give — just that spoonful of sugar to 'elp the medicine go down—the medicine go dow-own—medicine go down. [speaks again] Well, so long, Gov'ner. Sorry to have troubled you.