Recently I went on the NSW Public schools state music camp. In between rehearsals and such, much singing went on. Incidentally, there was one song, which many of the students knew, but which had been forbidden due to its questionable content. That song is 'The Ballad of Sir Jasper'.
The Ballad of Sir Jasper is sung to the tune of the chorus of the Battle Hymn of the Republic, to the following lyrics:
"Oh, Sir Jasper, please don't touch me.
Oh, Sir Jasper, please don't touch me.
Oh, Sir Jasper, please don't touch me!"
As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.
She's a very naughty lady.
She's a very naughty lady. [incidentally, everybody starts harmonising at this point]
She's a very naughty lady,
As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.
The next verse goes as follows:
"Oh, Sir Jasper, please don't touch.
Oh, Sir Jasper, please don't touch.
Oh, Sir Jasper, please don't touch!"
As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.
Then comes another verse of 'She's a very naughty lady', followed by 'Oh, Sir Jasper, please don't!'; 'Oh, Sir Jasper, please!'; 'Oh, Sir Jasper!'; 'Oh, Sir!'; and finally, 'Oh!', all of which are interspersed with harmonised verses of 'She's a very naughty lady'.
As you can no doubt imagine, three hundred or so teenagers, all singing 'Oh, Sir Jasper!' degenerates rather quickly to three hundred or so teenagers making orgasm noises. Occasionally, in the third verse (Oh, Sir Jasper, please don't!), someone starts with a descant of platitudes like 'I'm too young!' or 'I'm saving myself for marriage!'. Needless to say, it's marvellously fun.
Either way, this gave me a bit of an idea for a fic.
Each chapter will be from the point in the relationship reflected in the verse (I'm ignoring the 'She's a very naughty lady' choruses). This should be interesting…