Reached the French Club Courtyard breathless.
In the Courtyard of the French Club
On its side an urn reposes,
Old and huge and most capacious,
Dug up by our gallant Allies
From the heart of Macedonia,
And it seemed to Tiadatha
Just the haven that they wanted,
So he bade Woggs dump their kits in,
Bade him scramble in and guard them,