He bent right down to pick up his valise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The Turks said just take anything you please
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum