Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum