1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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