He bent right down to pick up his valise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum