Thus the Birch Canoe was builded In the valley, by the river, In the bosom of the forest; And the forest’s life was in it, All its mystery and its magic, All the lightness of the birch-tree, All the toughness of the cedar, All the larch’s supple sinews;

That's taking things way too far in my book.

Now I know what a leg of lamb feels like inside a Romertopf, she said.

The underlay in bar 3 is unclear in Handel's manuscript.