1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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