At five precisely out went La Marquise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The understanding critic firstly sees
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum