Neglected in my bath, and left to go to pot.
And it's oh! oh! out of joint is my nose,
It's a nasty Ant-eater to whom every one goes.
He is my abhorrence, I think him quite a hum,
He's worse than that Marine Vi-va-ri-um;
He beats the Knowsley beasteses of the Derby dilly,
And makes the baby Elephant look small and silly.
And it's oh! oh! pity my woes!
The American Ant-eater has put out my nose.
I stood against the novelties—I didn't care at all