At five precisely out went La Marquise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The best of all things to an end must come