1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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