The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
The best of all things to an end must come