At five precisely out went La Marquise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The Turks said just take anything you please
That suede ferments is not at all well known
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum