He bent right down to pick up his valise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?