1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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