1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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