At five precisely out went La Marquise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The genealogist with field and fess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum