For those of us at Rajabhai Clocktower
Who stand with bonbons and bhel,
Perched in clammy hands.
Hello! Father Time! Are you a British man?
You so understeep your tea
And your Queen has lost her necklace by our sea.

But no, Rajabhai, you are an uncle.
No bowties, only belching.
You are one of our own men!
Let us see you type a reply to Ben.