At five precisely out went La Marquise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
His toga rumpled high above his knees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The genealogist with field and fess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum