The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
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
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
And let you off from your opinions glum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum