At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum