1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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