1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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