1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum