Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb