When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The Turks said just take anything you please
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum