At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The genealogist with field and fess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum