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
That suede ferments is not at all well known
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum