1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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