Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum