At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum