From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The genealogist with field and fess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum