Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum