1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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