Of Halsbury and Mr. Bryce, and such great names as these.
But of all the world's great jobbers (swears Hozier) none compare
With the job, job, job, job, job, job, of the "Tre-vel-yan-der-er!"
Gerry, of Massachusetts, was smartish, for his time,
But Hozier "goes one better," it moves his soul to rhyme.
Our Scottish Wegg (sans timber leg) drops into verse—though queer.
About the game—which two can play—of the "Tre-vel-yan-de-rer!"
There's Jove, the god of thunder, and Mars, the god of war,
Brave Neptune, with his trident, but here's a greater, far!
Hozier-Apollo now is seen descending from his sphere