1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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