The lyrist hints, in diction quaintly jolly.
From starving moke you'll get no progress steady;
The well-fed ass responds to "Gee-up, Neddy!"
Poor brute, between two piles of sapless chaff,
While such big burdens weigh your weary shoulders,
Your choice is difficult! Cynics may laugh,
But pity for your plight moves kind beholders.
Cockneys cry, "Kim hup, Neddy!" or "Woa, Emma!"
But Punch compassionates your hard dilemma.
What choice between the chaff of arid Rad