At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
That suede ferments is not at all well known
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Watching manure and compost coalesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum