Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
He bent right down and well what did he seize
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum