At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
The best of all things to an end must come