When one with t'other straightaway agrees
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum