The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
When dried the terrapin can naught express
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
Soliloquies predict great things old chum