1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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