He bent right down to pick up his valise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The understanding critic firstly sees
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum