At five precisely out went La Marquise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum