He bent right down to pick up his valise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum