At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The Turks said just take anything you please
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum