The Glugs of Gosh

LET him who is minded to meet with a GlugPluck three hardy hairs from a rabbit-skin rug;Blow one to the South, and one to the West,Then burn another and swallow the rest.And who shall explain 'tis the talk of a fool,He's a Glug! He's a Glug of the old Gosh school!And he'll climb a tree, if the East wind blows,In a casual way, just to show that he knows ...Now, tickle his toes!Oh, tickle his toes!And don't blame me if you come to blows.—Old Gosh Rhyme