1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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