upon the collumn,
our victor resides,
below him, the frog,
who was foiled by the tides,
and when Wellington's boots,
came down on the warts,
Brittan was blessed,
for waterloo was then fought,
and finished.
envisioning the waves in the lake,
and even when the lillypad breaks,
and the lion's bold guard,
shall never awake.
It is why the children do play,
and why the solemn monuments glory,
shan't soon stroll away.
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