At five precisely out went La Marquise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum