1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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