From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb