He bent right down to pick up his valise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The genealogist with field and fess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum