When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The genealogist with field and fess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum