Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The Turks said just take anything you please
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The genealogist with field and fess
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum