1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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