At five precisely out went La Marquise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum