Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
He bent right down and well what did he seize
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum