The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The Turks said just take anything you please
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
And let you off from your opinions glum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum