He bent right down to pick up his valise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
It's one of many horrid happenings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
He's gone to London how the echo rings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The genealogist with field and fess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb