From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum