Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
The best of all things to an end must come