He bent right down to pick up his valise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
And let you off from your opinions glum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum