From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The genealogist with field and fess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum