The year when boilers froze and ket-
tles crystallised the fender
The natal day of Bosanquet
Dawned on us in its splendour.
For those who wear wool hosen cat-
ching colds a thing unheard of
But this great maxim Bosanquet
Would not believe a word of.
When Frenchmen say ‘sare, no zank’ et-
iquette suggests the answer
‘A zoughtless, zankless Bosanquet
Would be more zief zan man Sir.’
Dear Bosanquet I’ve here expressed
The grateful feeling that is
But due to one who treats his guest
To genuine oyster patties.
C. L. D.