Heaven save you, my own popsey-wops,
From yonder Bogie Man!
Oh, pets, it gives us quite a shock
To think of your sad fate,
If you should lose your Guildhall rock,
And we be doomed by fate.
For BURNS our pride would humble,
No "giants" in his plan!
Oh, Turtle sweet, oh, Griffin neat,
Beware, yon Bogie Man!