1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum