1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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