Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The Turks said just take anything you please
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
And let you off from your opinions glum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum