When one with t'other straightaway agrees
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum