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
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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