1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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