From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Bard I adore your endless monologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum