When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
And let you off from your opinions glum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum