The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
When masons clutch the breath we hold on loan
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And empty cages show lif'e bird has flown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The leaning linguist cameramaniac sings
In purest cradles tha's how they behave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
And starve the snivelling baby like a dog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks they clog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb?
Yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum