When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
His toga rumpled high above his knees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum