1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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