1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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