1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
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
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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