1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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