The conjuror eats watches pens or keys

since Elgin seems to think the nose de trop

eat fire your mouth will taste like antifreeze

who knows if sharks will feast on bummalo

You get like dirty goods on busy quays

your mind turns more and more to gloom and woe

we chill like nudists put on ice to freeze

it frightens Berry and the Morvandiaux

Milord has lisped from Malibar to Swat

we'll smack the dibbing kiddie's little bot

he'd really like to root out the cuckquean

Such ancestry is merely poppycock

the bankers in Provence exchange baiock?

if Europe or its destiny is keen