1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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