1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the best of all things to an end must come
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