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
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The genealogist with field and fess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The best of all things to an end must come