1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum