He bent right down to pick up his valise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum