Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The understanding critic firstly sees
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb