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
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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