He bent right down to pick up his valise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
His toga rumpled high above his knees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum