1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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