1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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