From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum