1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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