At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The understanding critic firstly sees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum