1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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