1At five precisely out went La Marquise
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

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum