From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum