At five precisely out went La Marquise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The Turks said just take anything you please
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb