1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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