He bent right down to pick up his valise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The understanding critic firstly sees
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum