The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum