At five precisely out went La Marquise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum