At five precisely out went La Marquise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum