human
Say, boys, this mine's worked out. Let's leave the Happy Land to Foyle. Boys, what is he--what--is--he? What--is--Sergeant Foyle--boys?
gpt
Sergeant Foyle, oh, he's a knocker from the West, He's a chase-me-Charley, come-and-kiss-me tiger from the zoo; He's a dandy on the pinch, and he's got a double cinch On the gent that's going careless, and he'll soon cinch you: And he'll soon--and he'll soon--cinch you!
human
And he'll soon--and he'll soon--cinch you!
gpt
I've done my last cinch. I've done my last cinch,