1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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