1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the best of all things to an end must come
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