At five precisely out went La Marquise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum