1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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