At five precisely out went La Marquise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum