Julia's mother says he's unbalanced. He is a Socialist--except, thank Heaven, he doesn't let his hair grow and wear red ties. She can't imagine where he picked up his queer ideas; the family have been Church of England for generations. He throws away his money on every sort of crazy reform, instead of spending it on such sensible things as yachts and automobiles and polo ponies. He does buy candy with it though! He sent Julia and me each a box for Christmas. You know, I think I'll be a Socialist, too. You wouldn't mind, would you, Daddy? They're quite different from Anarchists; they don't believe in blowing people up. Probably I am one by rights; I belong to the proletariat. I haven't determined yet just which kind I am going to be. I will look into the subject over Sunday, and declare my principles in my next.
Hooray! I am a Fabian. That's a Socialist who is willing to wait. We don't want the social revolution to come tomorrow morning; it would be upsetting. We want it to come gradually in the distant future, when we shall all be prepared and able to sustain the shock. In the meantime we must be geting ready, by instituting industrial, educational and orphan asylum reforms.
Words by Johnny Mercer /Music by Henry Mancini (1961年)
Moon river, wider than a mile I'm crossing you in style some day Old dream maker, you heart breaker Wherever you're going I'm going your way
Two drifters, off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see We're after the same rainbow's end Waiting round the bend My huckleberry friend Moon river and me