From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The Turks said just take anything you please
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum