When one with t'other straightaway agrees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The genealogist with field and fess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum