At five precisely out went La Marquise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The Turks said just take anything you please
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb