The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
The best of all things to an end must come