At five precisely out went La Marquise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum