When one with t'other straightaway agrees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum