From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
And let you off from your opinions glum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum