From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum