With his jester to vie,
For even his jokes were exceedingly dry.
They gathered in Hungary, Portugal, Spain,
On the banks of the Rhine,
Many hogsheads of wine,
Which were drunk (so was he), but he still cried ‘A drain!’
’Twas perfectly plain
All their labours were vain;
He kept on repeating, ‘Go fetch me a drain!’
Then a royal commission his Majesty sent,