The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum