1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb