1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The genealogist with field and fess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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