1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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