1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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