From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
And let you off from your opinions glum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum