1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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