(“Invertebrate!” sneers Randy)
A chief of followers bereft,”
With a Salisbury, Halsbury, Goschen and spinach,
(“Quite so!” says smart little Randy)
So off he went to Mr. G.
(“Silly Bob,” says Randy)
Who said he’d accept the Chancell’rie,
With a Northbrook, Lansdowne gammon and spinach,
(“Pooh, pooh,” says bad little Randy.)
But when he reached his home again,