He bent right down to pick up his valise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
The understanding critic firstly sees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
It's one of many horrid happenings
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
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
And let you off from your opinions glum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum