A Young Romantic Hits the High Notes

[Brownlie]

and 'til I go anon and moan
she only throws me one bleached bone,
which gives me little bits to eat,
I eat the callous off my feet.

Ah dew, ah dew, sweet prints, ah due,
once were many, now are few,
I say it well, I say it small,
I say to midgets six feet tall,
your due, your due, your over doo, doo-doo!

Venerate me Ray. I do not need deifying as I am already the god "Assmost."  Kim Card-dash-he-in is my most ardent acolyte. 

dale

Do not cut my hair
for they are the locks of Sampson.
If you care to do so
I will draw my bawdy rage into a fig
and rain us both down in harumphs.