At five precisely out went La Marquise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The genealogist with field and fess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb