1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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