When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
That suede ferments is not at all well known
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Bard I adore your endless monologue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum