From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum