He bent right down to pick up his valise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
That suede ferments is not at all well known
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The genealogist with field and fess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum