When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The Turks said just take anything you please
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
It's one of many horrid happenings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum