The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum