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
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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