When one with t'other straightaway agrees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
He bent right down and well what did he seize
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum