1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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