From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
And let you off from your opinions glum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum