Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The genealogist with field and fess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum