1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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