"Now, kid, lamm it on and show them what you can do." "Title! title!" cried the meeting.
Now, if truth must be told, Fisher minor had come to Fellsgarth determined that whatever else he failed in, he would make a hit at "lamb's singing." He had made a careful calculation as to what sort of song would go down with the company and at the same time redeem his reputation from all suspicion of greenness; and he flattered himself he had hit upon the exact article.
"Oh," said he, with an attempt at offhand swagger, in response to the demand.

"It's a comic song, called _Oh no_." It disconcerted him a little to see how seriously everybody settled down to listen, and how red his brother's face turned as he took a back seat among the seniors.

Never mind.

Wait till they heard his song.

That would fetch them! He had carefully studied not only the song but the appropriate action.
As he knew perfectly well, there is one invariable attitude for a comic song.