1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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