The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum