Ah, Ted! It has to be said,The {? juicy truth's ?} beyond us.Rain, shine, on Leopold Stein,His ribs remain intact.{? Hedderly Crup ?} is in my gardenBreaking wind! "I beg your pardon!"Don't go breathing! Misery!And don't you all agree?No fears, the last ten good years,Our statistics prove it,That you'll pose on Erskine's nose;It's you who sets the pace.On the cold and frosty morning,Stop and howl {? And ruse like warning: ?}It's insulation for the nation.That's the one for me!No draft, 'cause that would be daft,A feather acknowledges beauty.And ball and chain that {? leaks on the pane ?}Can only smash your nerves.In the Highland AgenciesAnd with the best, it stands to please.And no complaining whether it's raining.Thanks to this {? tumultuous day! ?}