1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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