1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

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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