Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The genealogist with field and fess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
And let you off from your opinions glum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum