From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
And let you off from your opinions glum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb