1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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