From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum