At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum