From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum