1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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