Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum