When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum