The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum