He bent right down to pick up his valise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum