1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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