1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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