At five precisely out went La Marquise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The understanding critic firstly sees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The genealogist with field and fess
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum