1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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