From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The understanding critic firstly sees
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum