He bent right down to pick up his valise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
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And loudly sang off-key without a tone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb