He bent right down to pick up his valise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum