That it aids adult dyspeptics to regain "digestive poise";
But I've never comprehended
Why its transport is attended
By the maximum of diabolic noise.
I admit the railway porter who can deftly twirl a can
In each hand along the platform is no ordinary man;
But what kills me is the banging
And the clashing and the clanging
As he hurls them in or hauls them from the van.
Now if some new material for these vessels could be found—