At five precisely out went La Marquise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The genealogist with field and fess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum