Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum