From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
Soliloquies predict great things old chum