Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
And let you off from your opinions glum
The best of all things to an end must come