Many Inventions
‘Less you want your toes trod of you’d better get back at once,
For the bullocks are walking two by two,
The byles are walking two by two,
And the elephants bring the guns.
Ho! Yuss!
Great-big-long-black-forty-pounder guns.
Jiggery-jolty to and fro,
Each as big as a launch in tow
Blind-dumb-broad-breeched beggars o’ battering-guns!
My Lord the Elephant.
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