When one with t'other straightaway agrees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum