From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The Turks said just take anything you please
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum