Soggy Moggy

A valiant young lass from Nanking,

Excelled at the sport of dunking;

Pushing William Rees Moggy,

Into a bog made him soggy,

And he’s falling to pieces, poor thing;

Now he’s weeping and wailing for nanny,

Is that great soft Victorian fanny;

He’s a compulsive liar,

Who belongs in the mire;

His resemblance to slime is uncanny.