At five precisely out went La Marquise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The understanding critic firstly sees
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
And let you off from your opinions glum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum