1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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