He bent right down to pick up his valise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
And let you off from your opinions glum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?