At five precisely out went La Marquise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The Turks said just take anything you please
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum