1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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