At five precisely out went La Marquise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The genealogist with field and fess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum