When one with t'other straightaway agrees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
They both are right not unformed smatterings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
The best of all things to an end must come