The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
And let you off from your opinions glum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum