The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum