The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum