Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?