From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The Turks said just take anything you please
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
And let you off from your opinions glum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum