The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The Turks said just take anything you please
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
The Frisian Isles my friends are cherished things
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
The fertile mother changeling drops like kings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum