1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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