1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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