At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
His toga rumpled high above his knees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The genealogist with field and fess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?