At five precisely out went La Marquise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum