When one with t'other straightaway agrees
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum