When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum