Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum