The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The understanding critic firstly sees
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum