At five precisely out went La Marquise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
And let you off from your opinions glum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum