1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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