At five precisely out went La Marquise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The Turks said just take anything you please
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum