He bent right down to pick up his valise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum