1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum