1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb