At five precisely out went La Marquise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The understanding critic firstly sees
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum