Poor clay, reweigh the fossil glyptodon.
They say (poor jay) at least he tipped a ton.
The scales can never lie. The lama's on
From Wales, imported from the Amazon.
Away, thou petty beast and fossil vile,
Don't stay, don't trifle any more. The file
Of geese all cease their quack, fading away;
Sweet peace is mine, yes, it has come to stay.
Go join the troop of nincompoops. Poor jay,
Don't coin false money for thyself, 'twon't pay.
Call Kitty Clover dear. My raptured soul—
Have pity, fill Grimalkin's flowing bowl.
I'm lonely in the absence of my cat.
'Tis only Kitty Clover, only that
Can fetch me sweet oblivion. I'll ram
Jack Ketch, I'll break his blasted neck. Flim flam
Me any way you please, don't steal my cat.
Kilkenny is its native shrine. Yes, bat
Yer sleeve and joke and poke your fun at me,
But leave my cat in peace. Farewell to thee.
'Tis wonderful, the way I slipt upon
So blunderful, that mighty glyptodon.

Prev Next