From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb