1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum