The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The understanding critic firstly sees
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum