He bent right down to pick up his valise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb