The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Bard I adore your endless monologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum