At five precisely out went La Marquise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
And let you off from your opinions glum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum