When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
The best of all things to an end must come