1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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