From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb