1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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