"One year in every four his days shall be reckoned as nine and twenty."

[wickedgoddess]

FREDERIC 2012

Now with more pirates!

 

 

For some ridiculous reason, to which, however, I've no desire to be disloyal,

Some person in authority, I don't know who, very likely the Astronomer Royal,

Has decided that, although for such a beastly month as February, twenty-eight days as a rule are plenty,

One year in every four his days shall be reckoned as nine and twenty.

Through some singular coincidence ? I shouldn't be surprised if it were owing to the agency of an ill-natured fairy ?

You are the victim of this clumsy arrangement, having been born in leap-year, on the twenty-ninth of February;

And so, by a simple arithmetical process, you'll easily discover,

That though you've lived twenty-one years, yet, if we go by birthdays,you're only five and a little bit over!

 

 

Alas, poor Frederic the Leapling! – bound to the merry Pirates of Penzance until his twenty-first birthday.

 

As his birthday comes around only every four years, so does his scent!

 

Victorian whimsy and piratical romance: a reluctant seaman's chypre sloshed with a mix of bay rum, patchouli, amber musk, salty woods, tobacco absolute, black tea, English roses, and red currant.