He bent right down to pick up his valise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The understanding critic firstly sees
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb