The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum