1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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