When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?