1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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