Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
And let you off from your opinions glum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum