From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The understanding critic firstly sees
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum