1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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