When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?