1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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