At five precisely out went La Marquise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
He bent right down and well what did he seize
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum