He bent right down to pick up his valise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The understanding critic firstly sees
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum