At five precisely out went La Marquise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum