From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The understanding critic firstly sees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
The best of all things to an end must come