From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum