1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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