1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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