At five precisely out went La Marquise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?