He bent right down to pick up his valise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The Turks said just take anything you please
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The genealogist with field and fess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum