It was quiet in the car
Save for the steady drone
Of Old Ma in full fling
As he chuntered on his own
In plain old gobbledy gook
Mixed Yorkie and dog Latin
Excommunicating Bert
For the ultimate sin
Being engaged to a bird
From deepest deep Surrey
And how Ma rubbed it in
Not being in any hurry
For it was a solemn task
Never lightly begun
To strip Yorkie citizenship
From a true Yorkie son
For her father was a Tory
And stockbroker to boot
In regimental tie
And pin striped suit
In truth we'd never met him
But Ma said he knew the type
And were we by chance accusing
Him of spouting drivel and tripe
Thus having quashed all objections
Looking Bert in the face
Ma completed the business
By saying a Latin grace
Old Bert took it well
Refused to relent
When into southern darkness
His birthright was sent
Then Ma said I'm thirsty
Time for a coffee I think
Let's all go to Bert's place
And he can make the drink
