1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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