1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum