He bent right down to pick up his valise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The genealogist with field and fess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum