When one with t'other straightaway agrees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb