Ask me anything you please, The Learnèd English Dog am I, well- Up on ev’rything from Fleas Unto the King’s Mon-og-am-eye, Persian Princes, Polish Blintzes, Chinamen’s Geo-mancy,— Jump-ing Beans or Flying Machines, Just as it suits your Fan-cy. I quote enough of the Classickal Stuff To set your Ears a-throb, Work logarith-mick Versèd Sines Withal, within me Nob, — Only nothing Ministerial, please, Or I’m apt to lose m’ Job, As, the Learnèd English Dog, to-ni-ight!
