At five precisely out went La Marquise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The genealogist with field and fess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum