1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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