Clicky teethed and Eighty-Nine,
She hears the distant high - pitched whine
Of ratty kids in four-strong choirs
Who sing of Kings as she expires.

Wasn't wealthy,  wasn't witty
Not too smart and not too pretty
But loved a man she wed at twenty
And he loved her,  and that was plenty

The only two insects beginning with "i"
Are the Isopod and the Ichnuemon fly
One lives on grubs,  the other on faeces.
Not much of a life.  Not much of a species.

Oh,  Emmenthal the things I said,
And we just Gruyere