1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum