At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum