Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The Turks said just take anything you please
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum