From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The genealogist with field and fess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
And let you off from your opinions glum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum