1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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