The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum