1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum