1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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