1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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