When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum