At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum