He bent right down to pick up his valise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum