1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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