From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb