At five precisely out went La Marquise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
It's one of many horrid happenings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum