The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum