For Farnaby Fullerton Rigby.
They had all that pedestrians fairly can ask:
Smooth roads, sunny weather and beer in a cask,
And a friend who could teach them to stick to their task,
Viz.: Farnaby Fullerton Rigby.
Yet I somehow suppose that they hadn't the knack,
For in spite of it all they have never come back,
And I own that the future looks dismally black
For Farnaby Fullerton Rigby.
Now the walkers who seem to be stuck on the hill,