1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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