When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The understanding critic firstly sees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The genealogist with field and fess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum