At five precisely out went La Marquise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
He bent right down and well what did he seize
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum