When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum