At five precisely out went La Marquise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The best of all things to an end must come