He bent right down to pick up his valise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The genealogist with field and fess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
And let you off from your opinions glum
The best of all things to an end must come