From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
It's one of many horrid happenings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum