At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum