1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum