1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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