1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum