At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum