1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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