Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
Soliloquies predict great things old chum