1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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