At five precisely out went La Marquise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The understanding critic firstly sees
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
He's gone to London how the echo rings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum