From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum