He bent right down to pick up his valise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum