From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
Soliloquies predict great things old chum