1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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