The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
The best of all things to an end must come