1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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