When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum