At five precisely out went La Marquise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum