1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum