They hob-nails roast vor evermore;
And the veet wi’ the instep’s purty curve
May both on ’em get what um deserve!
ELVERS
Up the Severn River from Lent to Eastertide
Millions and millions of slithy elvers glide,
Millions, billions of glassy bright
Little wormy fish,
Chewed-string fish,
Slithery dithery fish,