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
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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