Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
It's one of many horrid happenings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum