The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The Turks said just take anything you please
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With gravity at gravity's great cog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum