The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
He bent right down and well what did he seize
That suede ferments is not at all well known
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum