At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The Turks said just take anything you please
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum