At five precisely out went La Marquise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum