1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The genealogist with field and fess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb