1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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