The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
His toga rumpled high above his knees
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum