1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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