1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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