At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum