He bent right down to pick up his valise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
The understanding critic firstly sees
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
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
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum