At five precisely out went La Marquise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The genealogist with field and fess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum