He bent right down to pick up his valise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
He bent right down and well what did he seize
That suede ferments is not at all well known
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum