From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The best of all things to an end must come