1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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