1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come
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