Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum