Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The Turks said just take anything you please
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum