1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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