When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum