From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum