He bent right down to pick up his valise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
He bent right down and well what did he seize
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?