1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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