Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum