Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Bard I adore your endless monologue
And let you off from your opinions glum
The best of all things to an end must come