1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
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
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum