At five precisely out went La Marquise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
He bent right down and well what did he seize
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum