At five precisely out went La Marquise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
And let you off from your opinions glum
The best of all things to an end must come