At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb