From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The understanding critic firstly sees
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum