AP Herbert poem

[pyiannitsa]

In the new July issue of Waitrose Food Illustrated there is a quote from a 1925 AP Herbert poem on the subject of breakast - "paltry pale foreigners" who "crawl through the morning on coffee and rolls" while the British "dare to be Daniels on bacon and eggs"

Put the google on these lines and found nothing - does anyone have the full version of this poem?