The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
And let you off from your opinions glum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum