The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
And let you off from your opinions glum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb