Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb