1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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