The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
That suede ferments is not at all well known
It's one of many horrid happenings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum