1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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