> Was told us by Ibr'im our teacher,
> How to find us a nasty old breacher.
> With coat hanger gestures
> and page-ripping pleasures
> Sometimes he comes off like a preacher!
>
> Oh! Woe the breacher for all he loses
> Even if he sues, the other party chooses,
> The obligation theory
> and the remedy
> All the worse if he be intermeddley
>
> The courts of old were very cold
> To every breacher, young and old
> No Recovery was had
> If their faith was bad
> For the precedent they must uphold
>
> Then along came the Britton case:
> It was the breacher's saving grace!
> They restored the remiss faith in justice,
> For they couldn't find justice in faith.
>
> They said a boss must admit
> If a worker's neither fired nor quit
> He must pay for the value each day
> In Quantum meruit
>
> If you hear this from Ibrahim
> You must know just what it means:
> Be on your toes
> If you're in the front rows
> And he hasn't had his caffeine.
>
> He gets a kick from scholarship
> There's no doubt he's smart as a whip
> But he gets excited
> If the right case is cited
> And might throw a binder clip