When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The understanding critic firstly sees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum