1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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