At five precisely out went La Marquise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum