Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Bard I adore your endless monologue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum