The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
They both are right not unformed smatterings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?