Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The genealogist with field and fess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
And let you off from your opinions glum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?