When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum