1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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