When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
The best of all things to an end must come