1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum