When one with t'other straightaway agrees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum