1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum