1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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