1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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