At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum