Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb