When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The genealogist with field and fess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum