When one with t'other straightaway agrees
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The genealogist with field and fess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum