1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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