1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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