1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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