1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

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