1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14soliloquies predict great things old chum