The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
His toga rumpled high above his knees
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The genealogist with field and fess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb