1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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