At five precisely out went La Marquise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
It's one of many horrid happenings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb