1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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