At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The genealogist with field and fess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum