O Lizer! Sweet Lizer!
If I die in the Big 'Ouse, I'll only 'ave myself to blame.
D'y'ear, Lizer? Dear Lizer!
Fancy me bein' nicked by a 'igh-soundin' name!
At their sly board-meetin's wot must be their greetin's!
Oh, they knows wot they're about!
The public tin they close up, at us turns their nose up—
Fox and Guinea-pigs—no doubt.
I likes their style, dear Lizer. Ain't it a surpriser?
Cop me on the 'op like this!!!