At five precisely out went La Marquise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
It's one of many horrid happenings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The genealogist with field and fess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
And let you off from your opinions glum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum