1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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