1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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