At five precisely out went La Marquise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
And let you off from your opinions glum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb