She’s been embalmed inside and oot;
She’s sauted to the last degree;
There’s pickle in her very snoot,
Sae caper-like an’ cruety.
Lot’s wife was fresh compared to her;
They’ve kyanized the useless knir;
She canna decompose—nae mair
Than her accurs’d annuity.
The water-drop wears out the rock,
As this eternal jaud wears me;