When one with t'other straightaway agrees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The genealogist with field and fess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum