From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum