Testo The Marquis Of Melton

The Marquis Of Melton, an ardent recluse Who pelted all tradesmen with rocks and abuse Shot at his servants with an elephant gun If his soup was served tepid or his toast underdone. He'd a passion for polo with a touch of his own, He rode an Ostrich in the halls of his home, No matter allmanner of damage was done, He cared not a fig, twas part of the fun. He'd no time for tennis or pushing a punt, He was all out for action and the thrill of the hunt, Riding to hounds as his father beffore With his friends as the hounds And his servants as boar.