The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?