The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The Turks said just take anything you please
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The genealogist with field and fess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum