John Montagu

There’s a Nobel Prize for Peace There’s probably one for war I’d like to plead the case For adding just one more They say he was just a hungry toff Feeling the need of a quick snack Between some few games of cards Thus allowing him quickly back To those gentlemanly pursuits Worthy of a man of his station But to all us modern rushed folk He’s the benefactor of the nation. Johnson perfected dictionaries Wellington his really useful boots Worthy causes there no doubt Scarce worth the merest of hoots Compared to Earl of Sandwich With his eponymous fast food Easily and quickly adapted To every nuance and mood So lift your glasses please Ply toasts upon the head Of the man who first invented Fun with two slices of bread All hail to thee, John Montagu The world doth owe great debt to you