He bent right down to pick up his valise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
His toga rumpled high above his knees
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
The best of all things to an end must come