He bent right down to pick up his valise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The understanding critic firstly sees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum