From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
His toga rumpled high above his knees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
And let you off from your opinions glum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum