He bent right down to pick up his valise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum