At five precisely out went La Marquise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The Turks said just take anything you please
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
The best of all things to an end must come