1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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