At five precisely out went La Marquise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum