He bent right down to pick up his valise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?