So that 'ARRY, who once was a donkey, might some o' these days be a rat!
Leastways so the Dosser explains it, of course it is all Tommy rot.
Rummy thing 'ow a cram o' the Classicks do make yer a reglar crackpot.
Dosser hain't no more genuine savvy, he hain't, than a 'aporth o' snuff;
But he's up to the lips-like in Latin, and similar old-fashioned stuff.
Seems some old Latin cove called CAT ULLUS—a gayish old dog I should say
Knew a party called ARRIUS!—bless 'im!—as lived in that rum Roman day,
And CAT ULLUS he hups and he scribbles a "carmen"—wich then meant a song,
Not a hopera, CHARLIE—about him along of some haitches gone wrong.
Like CAT ULLUS's cheek, if you arsk me! That haitch bizness gives me the 'ump.