Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum