At five precisely out went La Marquise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
The understanding critic firstly sees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
And let you off from your opinions glum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum