At five precisely out went La Marquise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum