He bent right down to pick up his valise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
The best of all things to an end must come