Under an Easter sun!
Lotos-Land discloses
No more bland reposes.
Lazily, lazily, drowsily, drowsily,
Dawdle they under the sun!
"That Labby was often a bore!" sighs Will,
Groans Arty, "And so was Joe!
To drive these donkeys demands small skill!
Would Westminster mokes were so!
Lazily, lazily, drowsily, drowsily!