1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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