1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum