He bent right down to pick up his valise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
That suede ferments is not at all well known
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The genealogist with field and fess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum