1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the best of all things to an end must come
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