When one with t'other straightaway agrees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The Turks said just take anything you please
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb