When one with t'other straightaway agrees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
That suede ferments is not at all well known
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb