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
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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