Lift over me your clever leg,
Teach me, you snail-swallowing frog
To make out of a spot of bother
Verses that shall catalogue
Every exaggerated human claim,
Every exaggerated human aim.
I entreat you, frank villain,
Get up out of your bed of dirt
And guide my hand. You are still an
At telling Truth she’s telling lies.
Get up liar; get up, cheat,
Look the bitch square in the eyes
And you’ll see what I entreat.