Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum