Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum