’E cares nothing for a blizzard,
Though it cut him to the gizzard;
In the air he “is”—a “wizard”—
Less the smash.
An’ ’e don’t use any frillin’
Just to set the people thrillin’
When they pay their bloomin’ shillin’
At the show;
But ’e takes things wery easy
While ‘e sees the engine’s greasy,