The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum