1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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