The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
He bent right down and well what did he seize
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
The best of all things to an end must come