The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum