At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
His toga rumpled high above his knees
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
And let you off from your opinions glum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum