The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum