1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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