At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The understanding critic firstly sees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum