And he's had so much hock he can only say hie!
So the company leave him to slumber and snore
Till he's put in a hat and convey'd to the door;
And he finds, upon reaching his home in a cab,
That his wife rather shines in the Gift of the Gab.
Then there's Gab in the senate and Gab at the bar,
But I fear their description would lead me too far;
And (last but not least) there is Gab on the stage.
Which I couldn't exhaust if I sang for an age.
But, if there are matters that puzzle you still,