He bent right down to pick up his valise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The Turks said just take anything you please
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
The best of all things to an end must come