1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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