At five precisely out went La Marquise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
That suede ferments is not at all well known
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
And let you off from your opinions glum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum