The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The Turks said just take anything you please
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum