From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum