1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb