Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
And let you off from your opinions glum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum