Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum