The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
And let you off from your opinions glum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?