1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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