At five precisely out went La Marquise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum