The captain thought he could do as well as this, but he considered that it was best to confine himself at present to quite easy rhymes, so he said:
So they be
Frequentlee.
Buttercup resumed:
Drops the wind and stops the mill;
Turbot is ambitious brill;
Gild the farthing if you will,
But it is a farthing still.
The Captain replied:
Yes, I know