When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
And let you off from your opinions glum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?