He bent right down to pick up his valise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum