When one with t'other straightaway agrees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The Turks said just take anything you please
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The genealogist with field and fess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb