“Sam, Sam, pick oop tha musket.”

“Sam, Sam, pick oop tha' musket,'
The Sergeant exclaimed with a roar,
Sam said 'Tha' knocked it doon, reason tha'll pick it oop,
Or it stays where it is on't floor”

“Sam, Sam, pick oop tha' musket,'
Lieutenant exclaimed with some 'eat,
Sam said, 'he knocked it down, reason he picks it oop,
Or it stays where it is, at me feet”

“Sam, Sam, pick oop the musket,'
Said Captain, for strictness renowned.
Sam said 'He knocked it doon, reason he picks it oop,
or it stays where it is, on the ground.”

“Pick it oop' said the Sergeant, abrupt-like, but cool,
But Sam with the shake of his head,
Being that thou knocked it out of me 'and,
Let thou pick the thing up, instead”

“Alright Duke,' said Old Sam, 'just for thee I'll oblige,
And to show thee I meant no offence',
So Sam picked it up, 'Gradely, lad' said the Duke,
'Right-o boys… let battle commence.”

“How'd you get in here?"
She raised her eyebrows. “You pick pockets.” Kat watched his hand fly to his back pocket. “I can pick locks. Looking for this?” she asked, holding up his wallet. “Oops. Maybe I can pick pockets too.”

“Reject the tyranny of picked. Pick yourself.”

“I do not pick the wrong guys. They pick me.”

“Throughout history, females have picked providers for mates. Males pick anything.”