1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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