"Curse the beasts the dogs
Lap at your heels COUGH!
Feed that hair to the hound
Eat well sire, that you may be sick
And I may be sound
Now let us head over
To the dogdamn chess game
On the mainroad, white clean
Or burnt black choose careful
First get that cap off my bed
If you see the doctor, throw
This here apple at his head"
England, in the time of colds
You'd say to neck a low throat toad
Or despite winter, to spite winter
Bathe in the brown water
Cureall, brackish apothecary
You nude as a seal's flapper
Grey and going down under said
"I suppose this is all see you later"
