Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The Turks said just take anything you please
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
The best of all things to an end must come