Like smudge or smoke, and there you are!
They'll mouth, and call you "Master." So
You're sure—in time—to be a go.
You will catch on, and sell, although
Your meaning not a soul may know,—
Chorus—Tra-la-la! "Boom" to-day!
[Ad libitum.
IV.
If Humour is your little line,
Coherent sense you must resign,