The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum