Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
That suede ferments is not at all well known
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb