1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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