The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The Turks said just take anything you please
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Watching manure and compost coalesce
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
And let you off from your opinions glum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum