1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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