A pocketful of good cheroots,
And Murray for your faithful friend.
Some French, on which you can depend,
A chosen chum, you can't offend;
Are things to make—with tourist-suits—
A Foreign Tour.
You'll visit "lions" without end;
And all the snowy peaks ascend;
With alpenstocks and hob-nailed boots:
Or ride on mules—the sullen brutes—