At five precisely out went La Marquise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
And let you off from your opinions glum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum