1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb