Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The Turks said just take anything you please
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
And let you off from your opinions glum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum