The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The genealogist with field and fess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum