"Good King Ronceslaus looked out on his Urban Eden,
Roads and paths and roundabouts, asphalt crisp and even
Brightly shone the parking lights, tho the price was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel."

"Hither, Dale, and stand by me, if thou knowst its telling.
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence, opposite your mountains,
Far outside the zoo's wire fence, and the Hyams' Fountain."

"Get his cash and give him crumbs, bring me oak logs hither;
In a clubhouse we will dine and we will build it thither
Dale and monarch forth they went, forth they went together;
Through the public's wild lament and the bitter weather."

"Sire, the park is safer now? but the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how we did not plan it longer.
Mark my footsteps good, young Dale, tread thou in them boldly;
Thou shalt find the public's rage freeze thy blood less coldly."

"In his master's steps he trod, though the park lay dented;
(Like the public pro-cesses that they had circum-vented.)
Therefore, public men, be sure, votes or rank desiring
Ye who would now close the door, shall find yourselves retiring."