1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum