1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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