At five precisely out went La Marquise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum