Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The Turks said just take anything you please
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum