1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum