He bent right down to pick up his valise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum