When one with t'other straightaway agrees
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
It's one of many horrid happenings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?