At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The Turks said just take anything you please
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum