Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The genealogist with field and fess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
And let you off from your opinions glum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum