1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum