Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The understanding critic firstly sees
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
The best of all things to an end must come