1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The genealogist with field and fess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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