Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The Turks said just take anything you please
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum