Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum