1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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