From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
And let you off from your opinions glum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum