From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
His toga rumpled high above his knees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
The best of all things to an end must come