Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The genealogist with field and fess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The best of all things to an end must come