When one with t'other straightaway agrees
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb