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
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
It's one of many horrid happenings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The best of all things to an end must come