1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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