The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The Turks said just take anything you please
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum