1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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