OLYMPIAN LYRICAL CONTEST
Mr. Moffat, in a jocular strain,
I try my han’ a prize to gain;
But if I am a lucky man,
A chap like me could never stan’
Before the folk in the Clark Toon Hall
And read to them this wee bit scrawl.
Yet, in spite o’ that I’ve made a dash
To ease you o’ your surplus cash,
And if I do secure a prize,
It shall be a great surprise.
It would be gran’ if a chap like me
Smartly collared three pound three;
Or, if I deeper down could dive,
And smartly collar five pound five;
‘Twould be better still if my fountain pen
Won for me ten pound ten.
