When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The Turks said just take anything you please
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum