1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
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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