When one with t'other straightaway agrees
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The genealogist with field and fess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum